You reach between my legs and grasp my aching cock. "So this has turned you on as much as it's turned me on," you say. "You're turned on?" I ask as ... gasp for breath. You laugh and then without saying anything you take my hand and place it between your thighs. I rub your panties and find them incredibly moist. I stand up and turn to face you. You wrap your arms around me and kiss me deeply. You break our kiss and tell me, "Take off all your clothes, now!" Without even thinking for a. We lose ourselves in a symphony of lust and desire. The song we create is beautifully decadent. Our bodies humming with the frequency of every note. How such a timeless song can be felt in such a brief span of time is still a marvel to behold. Minutes transform into hours as we ride the wave, crashing into a crescendo of pure bliss. Songs and poems fail to portray the rapture of this bliss, although many have tried. We fall into the bed, our minds and bodies soaring through the heavens. I bask. I met Carol shortly after school started in the fall. I attended a meeting of students who would be writing dissertations, and Carol was one of the speakers. She was two years older than me, and one year ahead of me in school. She spoke from a student’s point of view, giving her thoughts and experiences about the process of picking a faculty dissertation committee and the task and demands of writing. Following the meeting, there was a reception for those in attendance. I took the opportunity to. Seeing her discomfort, her reached under her and removed the clamps, pulling the chain free from her collar and tossing them on the bed. He reached back under her, rubbing feverishly at her clit until her body tenses and twitched uncontrollably.He let out a low moaning growl as he slammed into her one last time, spilling himself into her as he held her close. Her body tensed, feeling him empty himself inside her. He leaned over her, wrapping an arm under her, and gently kissing her back and.